“So are you done?” Madde said.“Wait?! You and uncle heard all of that?” Alan asked.“Kind of hard not to as loudly and strongly as you and th...y were projecting!” Madde replied.“I guess Truda was right. I need to practice more if I am to keep my thoughts to myself!” Alan chuckled.“Yeah that might be a good idea. Especially as strong as I feel Truda is becoming!” Madde advised Alan.“I know, believe me I know! I feel it is taking all I have to keep myself as strong as I am.” Alan told both of his. Alex finished his port and, as if on cue, Ann returned from her bedroom, having slipped in to something more comfortable and clutching a bottle of wine and two glasses. The something comfortable being a dark blue, silk dressing gown which showed off the perfection of her green eyes and dark folds of hair. Ann nonchalantly swaggered over to join Alex on the sofa, putting just enough sway in to her hips to set his pulse racing with the implications of her body language and the smile that she wore. We arrived at the biker club and were greeted by the bartender.“Everything is arranged,” he told me.I led her into the back room where I knew four horny men would be waiting.“Here she is men, just as promised,” I announced, “She is here for you pleasure.”My wife was surprised, but she complied with my plan. The men sat in chairs in a circle, and I took her hand and led her to the center. I twirled her around, so the men could have a good look.“Mmmm, looks good!” one of them said, “We need to. I ... I just blew up back there..." Easy. You are right, they can't overload everybody with work like this. They're probably talking with Agatha about what is going on with these projects. I bet more of the programmers are going to leave as well, and they can't just ignore that!" Jesus, I can't take this shit anymore ... But what fucking choice do I have?" Well ... Have you been looking out?" Yeah ... Over and over ... Hey, who the fuck does that Mariah think she is? She's even more ... more.